I think all things considered, I’ve been pretty good at time management overall. This is one of the rare times where I’ve fallen down. And part of the problem is the new schedule with the kids in school. I am still not used to the rhythm of the routine.

So instead of the planned awesome post, I’m going to give you a much lamer one full of excuses. But it will also be full of content, and a rare look into a day in the life of The Profussor.

Every Sunday I have to write two posts: one for the FLB and one for someone else. It alternates between All Over Albany and the Chefs Consortium. Last night I was writing for the chefs. With any luck, that story will be up in a day or so, and it’s about a New-York-made apple juice that may have just restored my faith in juice as a whole.

But it took a little bit longer to write than I had thought.

And there was also some other business to take care of. Like scheduling important lunches, pitching story ideas to AOA for the next few months, and posting a comment to Table Hopping about how nice it is that the Times Union finally discovered Flores Family Restaurant after I wrote it up almost a year ago for AOA.

There was also the matter of the baba ghanoush.

I had this roasted eggplant in the refrigerator, and it wasn’t getting any fresher. Originally, I had thought about putting together some form of escalivada. But that just sounded like too much work. It was time to pull down the Cuisinart and just puree the nightshade with some garlic, lemon, salt, olive oil and tahini. Easy peasy. And now I’ve got something delicious.

Still, it took time. And that could have been my writing time. Much like the time I took last night to shower and shave. That could have been used more productively. And even still, I didn’t accomplish half the things I wanted to do last night.

But the lazy crazy days of summer are over. No more sleeping until 10 a.m. Now, much like the rest of you, I’m up at 6:30a to help get the kids off to school. That means if I wrap up my writing any later than 12:30a, I’m getting less than six hours of sleep.

Last night, I got less than six hours of sleep. And if I had written a more substantive post, I would have gotten even less. But the good news is that the Chefs Consortium got their piece. And that was important to me.

On the FLB, we can talk about my failed attempts to write a fresh post and look back to September 10ths of the past. Notably, in 2009 I wrote about a Chinese restaurant where the cooking was done in the Pakistani style. I’m sad to report that the restaurant is now gone.

Today back in 2010 I was professing my love for Mr. Dave. And while I still have yet to meet him in person, I assure you our love has withstood the test of time.

That’s a lot of excuses. Tomorrow will be better. I promise. Or if not better at least different. Hope that’s good enough.